one of our stops along the way
By day three, our plan was to make it to Wonowon, British Columbia. We drove into town and pulled into a parking lot that was one big mud puddle. Bill went into the motel to get a couple of rooms, but none were available. He was advised to try the new place down the road. We walked into the office—it looked pretty nice—and inquired. There were rooms. We said we’d take two and asked if we could take the dog in. The young clerk’s eyes got wide. “Oh no,” she said, “she’d kill me if I let a dog in there.” Well, OK, death was a pretty serious consequence and we figured Inu would probably be OK sleeping in the truck, which we were able to park right outside the room. We had wanted a kitchenette, but they had none, so after unloading what we needed and walking the dog, we headed for the motel restaurant.
Looking over the menu, I noticed that as a vegetarian, I was not going to have much to choose from. As it turned out, there wasn’t much for anyone to choose from. Someone ordered chocolate milk. “We don’t have any,” came the reply. Helen wanted pizza. “We’re all out.” “Grilled cheese?” I asked hopefully? “We don’t have any of that, either.” This was getting ridiculous. “Maybe,” I suggested, “it would be easier for you to tell us what you DO have.”
After a rather unappetizing dinner of onion rings, I went back to the room with Helen while the guys went to the grocery store across the street in an effort to find some fresh veggies for salad or some fruit or something. They came back with some candy bars. The fresh produce was rotten, and had those little fruit flies flying around. YUM!
We all met in our room for a little conference. We agreed that Wonowon was pretty good incentive to push on and get to Alaska as soon as possible. We decided to drive more each day in an effort to get to Alaska faster. There would be a few long days ahead, but hopefully no more places like Wonowon!
The text is written by Shari and the photos were taken by me
